"Brother Hao, you're incredible!" After leaving the office building, Yu Junpeng exclaimed, "I suddenly realized, compared to you, this Cui Yuanhong isn't even worthy of carrying your shoes! What he talked about was really just beginner level, and I thought I was going to learn something substantial."
"Just a con artist," Wang Hao laughed and shook his head, "Never mind, let him be."
They were ready to head back, but unexpectedly, just a few steps away, a delicate voice suddenly called out—
"Teacher Wang Hao, please wait!"
Huh? Did someone just call me?
Wang Hao, puzzled, stopped in his tracks and turned around to see who it was—the person approaching had long hair that glistened like gemstones in the sunlight. Wasn't it Jiang Ruoyun?
"Are you looking for me?" Wang Hao asked, curious. "Something the matter?"
"Are you, are you the creator of the 'Domestic Agent' script, Teacher Wang Hao?" Jiang Ruoyun hurried toward Wang Hao and asked, "Is it really you?"